"Quickly...get up...what are you doing..." Xia Ze was frightened by the sudden actions of these women and backed away repeatedly.
A woman raised her head and said with tears in her eyes: "My benefactor saved my life from fire and water, and he also killed the enemy who killed my family and avenged me. This little girl has nothing to repay. I am willing to follow my benefactor for the rest of my life."
The cow becomes the horse.”
"My benefactor, please accept me. That group of strongmen killed my family and burned down my house. I have nowhere to go," someone cried.
He Xu, who was in the crowd, blinked and walked forward. He looked up and down at the embarrassed Xia Ze without saying a word.
Seeing everyone kneeling down and pleading, with no choice but to do so, Xia Ze suddenly shouted in the direction of Yunxi Town: "Old Wu! Are you there?"
The women, who were originally crying, heard this cry, their faces were filled with tears, and they looked at each other in shock.
A plume of green smoke suddenly rose from the trees. In the smoke, a man wearing a bright yellow cloud-patterned brocade robe and a ten-beaded crown had an elegant smile on his face and softly responded: "Here."
Xia Ze crossed his arms and said, "You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank this man. He belongs to this land. I'm just a thug under his command. I am following his will by coming here to save you."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone rushed to Wu Zhuan's side like crazy, hugged his thigh, howled loudly, and shouted, "My grandpa, the Lord of the Land, Shengming."
Wu Zui was helpless and silently turned his head and cast a doubtful look at Xia Ze?
Xia Ze spread his hands and smiled mischievously, Wu Zhuan is very familiar with this business.
Those ordinary women looked at Wu Zhui who walked out of the clouds and mist, covered in bright and colorful clothes, with a temperament and appearance that looked like a celestial being. Then they looked at Xia Ze wearing simple cloth, and Xia Ze made up a few random sentences to make them feel
They believed it without a doubt.
Wu Zhuan let out a long sigh in his heart, and put on a kind smile on his face: "Sisters, sisters."
Sister? Sister? Xia Ze and He Xu looked at each other, this Wu Zhuan is a master.
"I know that all your family members were killed by these strongmen. He has passed away. I would like to express my condolences and accept my wishes. I want to open a silk and satin shop and a ready-made clothing store in Yunxi Town, forty miles away from my home. Now I don't have enough people.
Ten embroiderers, if you don't dislike me, you can find a job with me. I dare not say that you will be rich and powerful. The monthly salary will be several times more than elsewhere, and I will also arrange accommodation and food for you."
"If you want to invest elsewhere, that's okay. You can take a sum of money from me and use it as travel expenses or capital for starting a small business."
Xia Ze asked in his heart: "Open a store? Old Wu, didn't you tell me about this before?"
Wu Zhuan's elegant voice, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, rang in his heart: "Master, don't think about being a good boy all day long. You must know that there is a way to make money. This old slave also doesn't know how to arrange these women, so he made his own decision at the last moment.
Firstly, it can give these lonely and helpless women a stable place, and secondly, it can also save some scraps of money for the young master."
Xia Ze smiled awkwardly: "If you don't have enough to eat, you won't have enough to spend. If you don't calculate, you will suffer from poverty. Then I'll trouble you to worry about this matter."
In the end, there were only two slightly older women who said they were going to the south to join distant relatives, and the remaining thirty or so women were all willing to find jobs in Wu Hao's store.
Wu Zhui asked his demons to find a few places with excellent feng shui, and sent the demons to collect the bodies of relatives killed by the Yisheng Army and bury them one by one.
As for the group of victorious soldiers, according to Xia Ze's instructions, they were burned into ashes, mixed with manure, and used for fertilization, which could be regarded as gaining some virtue for them.
Wu Zhuan was very thoughtful. A group of people would first go to the town with Wu Zhuan to rest for a while, collect silver coins, and then be escorted by his men. They would return home to attend family funerals, and it would not be too late to come back to Yunxi Town to do things.
Just as he was about to use the technique of moving mountains and shrinking earth, Xia Ze suddenly pulled He Xu aside and handed Wu Zhui a rag.
Wu Zhui took it and looked at it. On the rag was something crookedly written: "Xia Zeqianwu has made a lot of money. I will definitely pay it back within five years."
Xia Ze scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a silly smile: "I don't know much about words, so that's what it means."
Wu Zhui was not obsessed with the distinction between master and servant. He looked at the woman behind him and said with a smile: "I'm seeing you outside."
"You borrow and repay. It's not difficult to borrow again." The young man shook his head. "I have something to say to the child. You go back first. I will be there later."
"Okay." The smoke filled the air and everyone disappeared.
The woods were empty, except for Xia Ze and He Xu, who were gathered around the bonfire. Where the fire did not shine, the shadows of the trees swayed and stretched, which was a bit eerie.
A wolf howled in the distance, and He Xu lowered his head, not daring to go to the person opposite.
"Would you like to ride the wind with your sword and take a look at the stars above your head?" Xia Ze said with a smile, without any blame in his words.
With a wave of his hand, red light flashed, and the Lihuo Bahuang Sword was like a docile puppy. It circled happily around Xia Ze, occasionally bending the sword body to see who He Xu was with his head lowered.
what expression.
He Xu raised his head and looked into Xia Ze's smiling eyes. There seemed to be no blame in his eyes, and he mumbled: "I...I don't dare..."
Xia Ze pretended to laugh: "You are a coward who doesn't even have the courage to wield a sword. What will happen in the future..."
"Who says I don't dare!" Before Xia Ze could finish his words, the kid fell into the trap and approached Li Huojian doubtfully. Fortunately, the latter was very obedient and lay on the ground obediently until He Xu completely stepped on it.
After going up, it slowly rose.
"Don't bully me, drive slower." He Xu whispered to the Lihuo Sword underneath him.
Xia Ze tilted his head and tried hard to hide his smile.
There was a heart-rending wail from He Xu above his head, and the Lihuo Sword suddenly rose up from the ground like a wild horse that had escaped the reins, heading towards the bright stars in the sky above his head.
He Xu only felt things around him flash by quickly, and the howling wind was in his ears. He was so frightened that he cried loudly, and finally closed his eyes.
After a while, the sound of wind in his ears stopped. He Xu opened his eyes and suddenly found that he and the sword at his feet were hovering in mid-air, with the bright white moonlight shining on him.
He didn't dare to look down, so he raised his head. A cold full moon hung above his head, like a huge white jade plate. Seeing the moon like this for the first time was really spectacular.
He could vaguely see a short figure on the moon making medicine. He Xu had heard the story of the Moon Rabbit making medicine, so he tried hard to see whether the figure was actually the Moon Rabbit.
The Lihuo Sword followed his thoughts and flew towards the bright moon. After flying for a while, it said it was unwilling to move forward.
From this point of view, the moon must be farther away from the outer sky so that it can shine on all things in Jiuzhou after sunset.
Tens of thousands of stars seem to be lying in the clear river water, shining brightly, and occasionally you can hear one or two crisp star calls, which is sweet and moving.
He Xu plucked up the courage and touched the clouds around him, but found nothing. His feet were tightly held by the Lihuo Sword. If he felt uncomfortable standing, he could just lie down and sit down.
There was finally a smile on his face, and he whispered to Li Huojian under him: "Let's go!"
A red sword light carried a seven or eight-year-old child back and forth between the mountains, sometimes rising into the sky, sometimes falling to the ground, going back and forth seven or eight times. The boy was no longer timid and laughed loudly.
There was a dark and handsome young man on the top of the mountain, with his hands on his hips, looking up at He Xu who was playing crazy, with a bright smile.